Spring is a season when all things come to life, and human life is as dazzling as the four seasons throughout the year.
Meng Ju kept thinking that if she hadn't met Shi Haoran there, if she hadn't known that he was Shi Mengran's brother.
Will I never miss this man? Will there be no regrets?
Or is there never a shortage of regrets in this world? Will that person miss me? Meng Ju's wry smile lowered her lips slightly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
